death bed reject

[Vegeta]

a winter tooth chip, solid
stone gaze into frost
bronze pours from your mouth
the resulting scene is something of
art, a play perhaps, the actors are
late and the set is becoming impatient
don't wait up for them, trees
will never fall if you push too hard
eyes will never see if you strain too much
rings we wear on our deaf ears, words
long lost in the setting moon
one more drink for old times
one more life,
for old times
nature wasn't looking her best but,
i can't say we looked much worse
muscles shake when you draw near,
like an earthquake inside my chest,
earthquake in the sky,
please don't crack again and
watch as sinking becomes the new swimming
hide yourself in paints
in words in trees
this ever present scent of trust
the present your father left
a watch that can't tell time
and a girl who doesn't really mind